I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 420: Not yet?

Miran didn't mention her identity. After all, Xuan Yuheng followed them. If she knew Zhuang Xinyan's real identity through their conversation, it's hard to guarantee that she wouldn't become angry because of being cheated.

So Minran just asked this Buddhist disciple seemingly concerned.

"Senior Wushou, are you injured?"

Wu Shou was stunned and shook his head.

"You are..."

Looking at Wushou's eyes with long scars, his pale face, and his slightly sluggish spirit, he suddenly remembered the first time he saw Wushou. Gentle and tolerant, even with a slight smile, the temperament revealed in every gesture can make people feel that this person must have a high status.

That is the temperament that can only be acquired by being in a high position for a long time. However, this kind of temperament cultivated by Mingzhao Temple's painstaking efforts disappeared because of the so-called love. No wonder the monks of Mingzhao Temple were so angry that they almost vomited blood.

Even if Minran didn't pay special attention, he knew how much Mingzhao Temple was ridiculed secretly by many monks these days. Perhaps it was because there was no scandal in Mingzhao Temple before, so when the matter of Wushou and Qi Ying suddenly broke out, everyone seemed to have something to talk about. Every time they met, they had to discuss it with others.

It's like pulling down a **** who was originally on the altar to make him fall into the mundane world. Some monks who were far inferior to Wushou always feel that they can say a few words about Wushou at this time Bad words, you can get great satisfaction.

Since the incident between Wushou and Qi Ying broke out in the small world of the wasteland, similar situations have emerged endlessly. Huanran even heard that some monks were secretly trying to figure out how far Wushou and Qi Ying had developed. Its content is so bold and vulgar, anyway, they dare not mention it in front of the Buddha cultivators of Mingzhao Temple.

Thinking about these messy things in his heart, he saluted slightly.

"Senior, I will go to Mingzhao Temple under the leadership of Senior Qing later, please prepare well, Senior."

Wushou saw that Minran didn't answer, and he didn't care. He had just been given a cleansing technique by Minran, and his body was not dirty at the moment, but he looked down at his hands. Somehow, Wushou Suddenly he lifted his foot and walked towards a stream not far away.

Everyone is a monk with sharp eyes and ears, and Qing Bofeng didn't restrict Wushou's freedom, he just glanced at the nearest Huanran, understood it, and followed him.

This creek is very clear, and the stones at the bottom and the occasional small fish swimming by are clearly visible. If it weren't for the occasional few fallen leaves floating on the water, they would have thought that there was no water at all.

"Srustling."

Slight walking sounds sounded, scaring away some bugs living here, Wushou slowly walked over, squatted down by the stream, a pair of slender and slender hands with well-defined joints went deep into the stream, picked up some water, Rubbing each other gently.

Because he was wearing a large white monk robe and was close to the water, some water stains were inevitable on the hem of the clothes. But those little fishes that swam away because they were startled, came back quietly, and even kept pecking at the hem of Master Wushou's clothes hanging in the water.

What a picture of quiet time.

Following behind Master Wushou, he quietly watched the picture without disturbing him.

"Wow..."

Do not disturb.

"...Clatter..."

Well, I guess I want to wash for a while, so I don't bother others.

"Wow..."

“…”

He exhaled a long breath, quietly looking at Master Wushou who was still scrubbing his fingers, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

The body of a monk is already clean, so there is no need to wash it like this, and Wushou's hands are not dirty, why does it take so long to wash?

Thinking about the way Qi Ying held Wushou's hand just now when he was obsessed with Wushou, and the situation that Master Wushou held Qi Ying's wrist to prevent her from doing it. man? Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to just push Qi Ying away?

At this time, Qing Bofeng and the others had already cleaned up, and the baby-faced monk shouted impatiently.

"Miran, he hasn't washed yet?"

The sound was so loud that Wushou heard it too, and saw his thin body pause, then slowly stood up, apparently ready to go back.

Just when he was stepping out, a naughty little fish got under his feet, Wushou hurriedly retreated, but there were still a few fresh little fish behind him, after several times of dodging, Wushou directly " Crash" and fell into the water.

“…”

Looking at Wushou who was lying in the stream water covered with most of the water stains, but somewhat dazed, the corner of Mingran's mouth twitched slightly. At this time, the baby-faced monk behind him was still urging him to die, he closed his eyes and strode directly into the stream.

Those little fishes who had been obsessed with Wushou suddenly dispersed, walked over the water in a daze, and stretched out their hands towards Wushou who was sitting in the stream.

"Senior, are you okay? Can you get up?"

Qing Bofeng is still urging, can you hurry up?

However, she didn't say the second half of the sentence, she was not stupid enough to offend Wushou with her words. Although listening to what Qing Bofeng said today, it seemed that Mingzhao Temple was very dissatisfied with Wushou, but Minran didn't believe it.

Mingzhao Temple's various actions, including saying that Wushou is in retreat, seem to be defending Wushou. Probably only the baby-faced monk would think that Mingzhao Temple really gave up Wushou, right?

Actually, Wushou wasn't injured, and if it was normal, he wouldn't fall into the stream because of avoiding a few small fish. It's just that when I heard the situation of the elders in the temple today, my heart was always gloomy. When he fell into the water just now, he felt tired and lazy, so he just fell straight into the water.

At this time, hearing Minran's voice, Wushou looked up, but the sunlight was too dazzling, Wushou couldn't see Minran's face clearly, only the hand that Minran stretched out.

It is a slender hand~IndoMTL.com~There is not a trace of excess fat on the palm and palm, but it does not look dry. One can guess at a glance that the owner of this hand is very young.

But just seeing such a hand belonging to a young female cultivator, Wushou wondered if it was because he had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and now his face turned paler!

"Senior?"

Seeing Wushou like this, he thought about it for a while. Could it be that Master Wushou didn't want to have physical contact with the strange female cultivator? Could it be that when she was a child, Wushou also hugged and comforted herself who was crying? Could it be that Master Wushou wanted to protect Qi Ying at this time?

Being shocked by this thought for a moment, I suddenly heard the sound of urging.

"Miran! Still not good?"

Really, listening to the urging voice of the baby-faced monk, he felt helpless, so he could only retract his hands into his sleeves, and then tugged on the sleeves to wrap his outstretched right hand tightly, without revealing a trace of skin.